Hoover Building

I cannot fucking believe I did that.

I posted my personal post to Multi_fiction. I am so fucking stupid sometimes, I swear! Worse yet, I didn't notice it until hours later when I was checking my friends page. Oh, dear sweet Martha Stewart, take me now!

I am going to quietly hide in my room for a while and wait until I die.

For the past 2 days I have had plenty of both. First, my used phone has been getting texts from these idiot tweens who have absolutely no business owning a phone. Yes, they are layover from when my nephew had the phone. It's absolutely frustrating when they believe you are not you, but him. Tonight I ended with Fuck Off to this latest moron. After 10 texts of me telling her to stop texting me, I am not him, she still thought I was him. Switching to my old tween vernacular, Brain Dead Much? What-ever! And to date myself, poof, brick wall!

The cold weather. Ah, the cold weather! Forget what they said in the news, the winds here have been a constant 30+, with gusts of over 60 mph. My family has lived through 3 hurricanes that I can remember, we can judge winds. The trampoline, yeah, it flew on top of the barn, through the walnut tree. It was stuck there, until the wind blew it out, taking several limbs with it. Mum and dad finally got it wrangled to the barn and tied down. Our decks, trees, yard, driveway, everything has nice ice patches wherever the wind could find purchase.

Absolutely lovely! *Snorts* NOT!

You have no idea how much I hate having to switch to twit mode. Martha Stewart give me strength!

I am so sick of all the spoilers and crap on the infotainment sites about Cameron on House M.D., that I was inspired to put it to verse.

Read in the style of Green Eggs and Ham:

I do not like Dr. Cameron,
I don't care for her yammerin'.

I do not like her on my idiot box,
I would rather see her pelted with rocks!

I don't care what you say,
Everyone knows Chase is Gay!

No matter how hard they insist,
My hatred still persists.

And so I feel I must repeat,
as I shiver from head to feet:

I cannot stand the stammerin',
So shut up about Dr. Cameron!

Contains objectionable content and language disparaging female anatomy.( Read more... )

I cut this to spare my Flist. Just because I haven't done this in a while doesn't mean the rage has gone away. I am not a nice person when I am angry.

In case I have never made the plea to you before, I urge you now.

Rent Gabriel Iglesias' comedy specials. If you can find it first, watch his half hour 'Comedy Central Presents' special before you watch the other two. They come in order 'Hot and Fluffy' followed by 'I'm Not Fat...I'm Fluffy.'

These are well worth the two and a half hours of combined comedy, I promise!

As many of you know, I am not a big supporter of the President right now. I am very hostile on his lack of support of the right issues. He has been doing a lot of damn good things, but his silence on basic Human Rights issues for his own people has been astounding. And the few conciliatory speeches he has given in the interim have all been just to keep us mollified. He's done more for the suspected terrorists in Guantanamo and to appease our enemies in other countries than he has for us. I realize the first is a horrific violation of Human Rights in every situation there, and the second is necessary for global peace, but we are the people who put him in the position where he could do these things. We deserve more than just a couple speeches and a couple signed bills he had nothing to do with until they crossed his desk. Arnold the Govenator has given us more on the Gay Rights front. He must do more than give a couple speeches and then sitting back to wait and see.

( Private Anger Venting )

Someone at the Pentagon must be working with those fools who came up with the project exposed in the movie "Men Who Stare At Goats". How do I know this?

The President has shown up in my dream. One. He was fully dressed in his trademark blue suit with white dress-shirt and red tie. I was being hired to, get this, protect the guy from anti-government dissidents who wanted to possibly kill him at a rally on the front steps of the capitol building. He told me, 'hi, it's nice to meet you' and I was just staring at him like a star struck teenager. I didn't smile or giggle, I just stood there and on the inside said 'it's the president' and suddenly I was filled with hope and belief of him again.

Relax, it was just a dream. He cannot inspire either of those in person, or so I am told. He is not an angel, or so I am told. He does not need me to defend him, this I know for certain.

Still...he's the President, He is Barack Obama! This is the man who will lead us back from the brink of crazy we were taken to so many years ago.

And he was in my dream. It was completely non-sexual, for those of you few perves out there, *ahemlikemeahem*. It was like being in the presence of God, you just wanted to trust him, to love him because you knew he would take care of everything and we would be all right.

WHAT THE HELL DID I EAT BEFORE I WENT TO BED LAST NIGHT?

So much has happened outside my little world over the past week. I won't go in to great detail, but suffice to say I have nearly had an emotional break down. For the last several weeks I have been in a funk over the state of my life. With no job, no place of my own, no license, and complete dependence upon my parents for everything, I am seriously depressed.

( rant about relatives and the relative lack of jobs )

I hate stupid, thoughtless people.

I just went through 2000 links on delicious. I hate that site. But, I found some good fics, hopefully. Now my brain is tired. Must go lay down soon. In the mean time, I have another 300 links to go through. Shoot me!

I am back to plotting. I know, I need to wait a week, but my birthday is today. I want to plot. I am so bored.

I know no one will ever read this and respond, so I won't solicit plots for ficlets again. Just a warning, I will be trying to come up with quick ideas.

Shits. Sucks. Monsters. Fun, fun, fun!

Someone better suited for the job. That was the excuse I just got from Taco Bell. Better suited for an entry level clean up/taco stuffer? Who the fuck is better suited, Jose Lopez? I know you can get an illegal for only a dollar a hour, and it would be authentic mexican too.

Why I do even fucking try? Used to be you could walk in to a fast food joint and they would slap a hat on your ass and put you to work. Now, you've gotta have a fucking degree in civil engineering to operate a spatula! They're hiring kids still in fucking highschool that can't even do the fucking job they're trained to, but someone like me has to have prior experience to operate a washcloth and a mop. Well, asswipes, I do, but even that's not good enough because the last time I got paid for it was 9 years ago.

Those cunts can go fuck themselves, I'm through.

Ever been trying to make a point but instead it comes out wrong? Then someone takes umbrage with what you said and then makes it their personal mission to hound you over that until you completely forget what point you were trying to make?

( What happened )

Been writing since 3 this morning off and on. Finally got over 3300 words written this morning to finish that blasted Eureka fic. All I gotta do is beta it and then I can begin posting it piece by piece to Multi_fiction. Too tired to do it now. Will do it later when I get up. On the bright side, over 15,000 words between the two fics.

Now that it is done, I can start a couple of those ficlets I've been wanting to do. I am going to let my Chuck juices flow later tonight, see what I can come up with there. Yeah, I signed up to write a chuck fic for T-31. That and a Sanctuary fic. I know, I am a glutton for punishment. One, I've written a 500 word ficlet in, and the other not even so much as a blurb. But, I want to write these two prompts and I believe I can get 5000 words out of both. Besides, it's a nice change of pace where I am just adding to the body count of fandoms I've already conquered.

Who knows, I might actually get both prompts done on time this time. You never know. Strange birds have fucked and produced mutant offspring before, why not my desires be fulfilled too?

I thought I posted more recently than monday. Wow, I am seriously losing track of time here.

This is a personal post, next post will be fandom related. Just in case you are tired about hearing my family, skip.

My whore sister is bringing her bastards up here tonight. Why? She has a concert. Of course, like every time she knows they are coming here, she isn't feeding them. Won't pay us to take care of them, won't even cover the cost of food. Never has, never will? Why? Because she keeps blowing her money on concert tickets she knows she cannot afford but my parents keep on letting her.

I hate her. I am slightly jealous that she gets to do what she wants, but that isn't the reason. I hate her because she does it knowing full well that she is can't do it. She doesn't have the time, money, or resources to keep doing this. Yet, she does it anyways.

Between partying, drinking, doing drugs, and fucking around, she has no time for her children. These kids are a burden to her and she does not fucking care.

If we could take them from her, I would do it in a heart beat. At least I would take the girls. The little bastard can go rot in juevy. I've had enough of him stealing from everyone.

I know it has been a while since I last posted here. That is because I have been slowly wrecking my brain. It was so bad that I forgot my parent's anniversary yesterday.

Between the politics of bullshit in the country, my frantic need to write fanfic, and the plain old fact that we are all depressed mixed to just ruin my mind lately. It is not an excuse, it is a problem. The solution, be more forceful and stop becoming obsessed with the bullshit politics. I started watching the news channels to become more informed, instead, it has made me irritable, bitchy, and down right pessimistic.

I want my fucking TV shows to be good (first 2 seasons of BSG good). I want my politics to be clear headed and functional, not batshit crazy 'ooo, let's cover the lunatic fringe and completely forget that our jobs are to cover the news, not make it.' Keith Olberman had right the a couple weeks ago when he put out a list of congressmen and senators who were taking kickbacks from the healthy industry. That was news. Rachel Maddow devoting endless hours to those lunatics, even going so far as to bring other reporters on her show who cover this bullshit, is only sensationalistic behavior. You cover the fact they exist, you shine a light on those who are funding them, you can even make smug comments and debunk their theories. You do not make a career out of covering their bullshit though. This not only makes it seem like you think this is newsworthy, it gives their crazy ideas a hint of truth. Instead of getting prickly with your guest last night when he offered you a deal on not covering them, you should have said something to the line of "while I cannot ethically make any deals to limit what I cover, I do agree that this entire thing has been blown out of proportion and sensationalized to the point that it obscures every important story that we should be covering." You've given hints to this before, but, you've never really followed through.

What does this mean?

I am sick and tired of the female reporter being a gossip and the guy actually breaking news!

Any way, supernatural starts tomorrow night and I'll probably be glued to my television for that. At least it won't suck. I've seen enough spoilers to know that.

On to more brain rotting fan news, the only show that is new this season I am looking forward to this season is the new V. And that, I am weary of because it is just another Het first program. I am so sick of heterosexuals in Sci-fi, or anything for that matter. I've seen enough supposed tragic love stories with boat loads of false angst to make me want to cause an extinction level event if it means that another one will never be created.

This, this is what my mind actually jumps to. This stream of conscious is why I have gotten little done recently.

If you find it confusing, you haven't seen nothing yet.

Writing on this new keyboard is certainly a strange experience. I have never triggered so many keyboard controlled functions in my life. If another menu pops up when I go for the shift key and hit the control button instead I will scream. Two of them have occurred just while writing this. And the sentence mistakes, I haven't had this many since I was 18. Good god, it has taken nearly five minutes to write this.

TK: Kill me! I love my new computer, but I miss the easy access of the old keys. They stood up and everything. These, they're all the same height and in a more compact location. I have large hands! GAAAHHHHH!

The screen. It's so tiny! It's 15 inches diagonal. It's not as bad as my parent's new HP screen, but it isn't much better. Oy!

Yes, this is a bitch post. I'm still not going back to the dinosaur. I fired it up tonight to transfer pictures from a cd to email and it nearly killed me with how slow and all the freezing. How in the hell did I put up with it? And the screen. It's so dark. I never knew how bad it had gotten after 8 years until I got this new laptop a week ago. Geeze!

I am tired of the climate in this country. Stupid people are every where and they control every fucking thing.

Where is natural selection when you need it?

Much like this long lost city, my fics seem to have been forgotten in the recent excitement. I know, I should be paying attention to them since I have 4 I have to get out, 2 of them in 12 days. There has just been such a funk on my mind and drain on my time. I have taken to fast forwarding through Rachel Maddow and Keith Olberman because it is nothing but the same shit over and over again and they provide me with inspiration. Don't judge me, watching news programs has kept my mind sharp enough to think beyond the narrow world I inhabit.

Besides, I will be on it soon enough. Like right now. I will take a break from adding my bookmarks to this computer.

This is being written upon my new laptop. There are a few issues with writing on a flat keyboard, but I am quickly adapting to it.

That is all. Until I am thinking beyond a girlish giggle, Guten Tag!

Well, that was quick. Here I thought that Obama would at least wait until Monday before he caved like a bitch to the Insurance and Republicans. Ooops, my mistake!

You know, if he would have done what he should have done, we would have not only a public option, we would have Universal Healthcare. Oh, I know, something like that should scare wittle ole me to deaff! Thanks to him and his staff not having the balls to not only call these mother fuckers out on their bullshit and lies, but to even stand up for themselves, the U.S. public will go without.

They keep mentioning that 50+ million people here are without healthcare. That's true, but it's probably a lot more. There's just a few things that that statistic doesn't cover. The people on VA health insurance plans, the people on Medicaide and Medicare. There are also V-Chip and other programs for children. Then there are the people who are covered by government programs not mentioned, those in prisons, government facilities, the immigration offices, those no-so-free clinics that the government runs. Did I forget to mention all those politicians who have free medical care for life? Throw all that out there and you get almost 200 million people.

There are 350 million people in the United States, Legally and Illegally, all are counted in that figure.

Now, we are down to 150 million people with insurance of some kind. Now, time to do a little math here, don't let the shouting from the "Grass Roots" Mob distract you. 85% of those people have substandard insurance. The standard being 'you get what you pay for, equal coverage for equal compensation' or in other words, they don't have a deductible that won't break them if they need to even look at a hospital, much less visit one. Their coverage is a joke and is useful only to provide false peace of mind. They've been scared in to buying these bullshit policies that don't really give them any protection (and these days, you need protection from both the doctor's bills and the health insurance industry itself).

So, kiddies, what does that leave us? 22.5 million people who have an HMO that determines when they live or die. Oh, they didn't tell you? Your insurance may seem golden, the premiums might actually be reasonable, but there are enough loopholes in a standard contract to fight you on until whatever is killing your ass actually wins. Then, in that case, your bills become a moot problem, just like you. Kudos, darling!

These are not some fantasy I made up. Yes, I've done gross generalizations, but to anyone with half a brain the truth is obvious.

As anyone who has been paying attention knows how this thing played out, there were several mistakes made. The first being allowing those blood sucking parasites in the Insurance Industry to continue. This is a sick and twisted industry founded upon the fears of stupid people and allowed to grow fat from bullying scare tactics. You know, if someone came in to your store and told you "You're going to die, if you don't pay me money to 'protect you' from your problems, it will harm both you and your family" they would be arrested and charged with Racketeering. Allowing this quiet "do you want to suffer financial ruin if you happen to get sick" racket to continue has stolen billions of dollars and countless lives.

What Obama should have done was declared war on the Insurance Industry. Everyone knows they did on him. He could have stood as a figure of justice, putting an end to decades of fear mongering and oppression. Instead, he quietly smiled and said 'I believe in the American People and their ability to think rationally about healthcare reform'. There is no rationality to a mob. Just look at the protesters, they brought guns and knives, they've hung people in effigy! They've faked violent attacks to get sympathy, they've declared the president an illegal alien and compare him to the worst war criminal in history. You should have sent in the police the moment these people started to disrupt the democratic process of debates and dialog between a representative and their constituents (which, you know, is technically a crime).

Mr. President, I know you will never read this, but that isn't the point. You were placed in a position of power to listen to the majority of the people, to not only represent us but to make the decisions that best protect us. By cow-toeing to these lunatics and their corporate masters, you have failed in your job. Worse yet, you have betrayed your oath.

Each night I go to bed hoping I don't get sick. I'm one of those 50+ million Americans who doesn't have health insurance (or a job to pay for it). You can comfort yourself with whatever lies that help you sleep better at night, but when you wake up, a few more of us who could have survived the night with proper health care will be gone.

Been writing for several days in a row now, but I am only now hitting my stride. It has been three days since my brother and his wife and kid left. It has taken this long to actually get back in the hang of things. If the damn grand kids can stay away, I might actually get a fic that isn't Dean/Castiel finished.

I plan on working on my SGA/BSG fic today. It is due tomorrow, thanks to a day's extension in the time. The StarTrek fic was due today, but I met the minimum and the deadline in my own special way. Basically, I posted an incomplete fic there. I know, half ass, but there are just too many stories I have to write and not enough time to do it in.

Add to that the DS9/M7 fic I also started a couple weeks ago and you've got a recipe for brain melting.

Oh, and did I forget to mention, I am having Evil Eureka plot bunnies? Mpreg bunnies. *Shudders* Why do people have to call them plot bunnies? I hate rabbits. They make my skin crawl.

I need to read more Terminator: Salvation Kyle/Markus fic. I am seriously addicted to that pairing. It's like crack and meth to me, I read everything that's longer than 2000 words. For those not in the know, I avoid anything less than 10k words unless it is crack fic or there are no other fics in that fandom. Luckily, these few authors who write it specialize in long stories. *Flicks nose* Got any? *Twitches*

Supernatural. Casting Paris Hilton in an episode. Erik Kripke, have you lost your damn mind? Seriously. I'm so fucking pissed I don't even care if I misspelled his name.

Because, seriously, fuck you guys.

Did these two not see 'The Producers'?

I swear, some people are just fucking stupid.

How does a gay drive-by go down?

He throws a handful of skittles out of the car window and says "Taste The Rainbow, Bitch!"


Oh, those gays, what will they think up next?

( Cut for Major Family Drama )

In the words of those stupid macros: Fucked up family is fucked up!

It's been a week since I last posted here. Wow. Time went by quickly.

My brother is home from Texas/The Army. He is going to help me get my license when he comes back later on in the week. Hopefully I can get it done.

Have over 3000 words written on that SGA/BSG fic. Still a little lost on where to go with it.

Not much else to say. It stormed. I watched TV. The kids but for the fuck headed nephew are gone. Basically, nothing ever really changed.

Have I told you guys how much I hate harvesting greens? They have tiny thorns, they scratch, and it stinks. Then you have to pull the leaves off, wash off the bug poison, drain them, remove the undesirables and grass, finally, stuff them in a baggie until you have salt pork to cook them with.

I hate this process. It stinks and it is tedious. I don't even eat the nasty things. Screwy process!

Apparently someone finally did it. The people behind it either are really fucking dense or they are the best marketing geniuses out there.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the fish taco.

I shit you not. Long John Silver's, you officially win.

I have just sent the fic off to my alpha reader Beta. Apparently she has accepted the inevitable and just decided to fix all my mistakes. Mwa hahahahaha. I broke her! I BROKE HER! Now, who else to force a fic off on to. Hmmmm.

The principle part of the writing has been completed. At over 20,000 words this has been the longest Supernatural fic I have ever written. This is Big bang size fic here, people. I think I will curl up in die.

I'll edit it when I get it back from my alpha reader (read: cheerleader/nit-picker). It might add words, might remove. Either way, this is going to be a long editing session. Bloody hell, this is probably the last free form Supernatural fic I write. The rest will only be responses to official challenges that include deadlines. Geesh!

Did you know that boxed cakes hate it when you improvise? Yeah, throwing in a handful of unsweetened chocolate chips, then dumping the mixture in your bunt pan really creates something, shall we say, interesting.

I cooked it the prerequisite time, and the cake came out completely cooked like it was supposed to. It also came out cracked like a Ming vase sent first class via the USPS. I pulled the center from my ancient bunt pan and the cake came out. It was very easy to get off the center too, as it quite literally fell apart.

So, there I was with a cake in several pieces rapidly cooking. I needed to act fast to salvage my monstrosity. Using deductive reasoning, I placed the cooling parts together in their proper order, filling in the cracks with crumbs to support them. The melted chocolate chips acted like glue, but they needed a little help.

Enter confectioner's cement!

Did you know, that if you mix cake crumbs and frosting, you get a pretty stable and passable mortar? A little lesson from my grandmother. Well, armed with my 'cement' and a butterknife, I filled in the sagging and broken parts. Then I had to wait until it cooled.

Dad got up in the meantime. Since we have no more cakes, we agreed I had to salvage this cake for my mom's work. That's when I remembered something else my grandmother taught me.

"Frosting will forgive a multitude of sins."

Isn't it fascinating that if you have enough confectioner's cement and frosting, you can basically turn a cracked bunt cake in to a giant iced donut? A little care and extra icing around those delicious mistakes can cover them like they never even existed. Smooth it all out, then top with sprinkles and those poor, hungry bastards have no idea how badly you screwed up.

Bon appetite!

I am now in the business of reccing a vid. That's right a vid. If you have a processor that can handle youtube videos on the site, here is something for you.

Buffy (vampire slayer) vs. Edward (the sparkly vampire).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZwM3GvaTRM

This is just fucking ridiculous. All these random people who basically knew nothing about the poor man are being interviewed and boosted as if they are important. I don't give a fuck about some idiot's opinion who met MJ at a funeral 5 years ago or a cunt faced director that directed him for one pepsi commercial who thought passing out after having caught his hair on fire was an indication of a what a freak he would later become. I suppose it's better than the fucking black editor of Rolling Stone smiling and sounding like he won the lottery being interviewed by Anne Curry who can't decide if Michael is going to perform again or has performed his last by his tenses. These random assholes have no business being on the television. And you ghoulish fucking reporters who devoted the last 10 hours completely to covering every single blemish on his record should all be ashamed of yourselves. And a special screw you to Keith Olberman, you should know better.

Rest in peace, Michael, at least you will never have to know again the nightmare that has been your life thanks to piranha.

Dear all the people behind Digital TV,

Go fuck yourself. You call this shit better? Where are all these channels I used to get without an antenna you said I could with the new digital one? 1. I get 1. It blotches up like a poorly encoded download. So, I reiterate, Go fuck yourself.

Sincerely,
Me

Thrust faults. Vibrates up and down. Professor of Seismology (pronounced Size-mall-Oh-gee).

Just listening to this program on the National Geographic Channel, I'm only catching bits and pieces of the narrative. What I'm hearing, though, has me cracking up. I know, a dirty mind, but still.

Woke up this morning after more than 12 hours of sleep. Guess what.

The kids are here.

It's their father's weekend, they are supposed to be with him. Yet, my sister had them. Add to that, she had a date last night and could not possibly put it the fuck off. No, grandpa was put in the ground so she could dump her kids and jump on a big dick. Way to go, sis, you're an inspiration to uncontrollable sluts every where.

A woman who has sex with a guy because he's hot may be a slut, but I can still respect her. Hell, if I had a hot body and cute guys that wanted to sleep with me, I'd be investing in stock from Trojan. I would channel Blanche Devereaux. But the slut who puts her sexual wants over the needs of her own children is an unforgivable piece of shit. And that is what my sister has done, yet again.

You do not need a man to make you someone. A woman is a person no matter who she is or isn't with. The character of a person is not determined by their status in life, but by their actions. I am so sick of all these stupid fucking movies, shows, books, magazines, and gossiping whores who only think a woman is somebody to marry off and bare children. Your emotions do not rule you. Have some discipline.

You're probably wondering why I'm not going on about their father. It's simple. That is not man. It's a walking dick. Much like their mother, he cares only for himself. He does what is convenient for him. That son of a bitch doesn't even buy them food, let alone pay for anything else. More than once we've had to....

Those two worthless mother fuckers can have each other for all I care!

You're on my friends list! I wanna know you. I want to know 33 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, talk every day or already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine. I just want to know you. Copy this and post it with your answers in the comments.

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I know where this fic needs to go. I know where it wants to go. The same general direction. SO why can't I write it?

It's an spn fic, hence the icon. Why, oh why, can't I get to work? I need this fic done and written already.

A post on LJ (yes, them again) in this writing community I am part of asked about our opinions and help over ratings for fics. Since other people had more eloquently put in their two cents (basically that the rating varies from person to person, there is no central rating), I put in my own warning. I thought I was being helpful.

Comment: If you want your work mentioned in the newsletter, go to their community and read their rules. Heaven help anyone who isn't aware of this.

As you my dear flist knows, I wasn't smart enough to do this, because I'm such a bad, bad person, and I got my fic ignored. Yes, it was my fault for not knowing that a violent death is okay in a gen fic, but a lack of pairing is not okay in an adult fic. When I responded some what flippantly to their snubbing, I didn't use a single swear word so it's only somewhat, I got banned from the newsletter. That didn't matter, because I hadn't had a fic mentioned there since last year anyways, despite having written numerous ones this year before all this happened.

Any who, back to the matter at hand.

Someone else, supposedly a friend of the poster, responded with this little gem.

Comment Response: This post has nothing to do with the newsletter. She doesn't even mention the newsletter. The reason why this post was made in the first place is because everytime she and I have tried to decide of what I should rate my fics, we've disagreed. Both of us are completely aware of the rules of the newsletter, and both of us have had stories posted on the newsletter. So I'm thinking you're the one who should learn how to read. Thank you for your advice though :) from the aptly named yehwellwhatever.

Waving the red flag much, yeh?

As you can understand, I was measurably upset by this unsolicited bitching out. I kept my cool, however, and did not immediately go to defcon 1. Oh, yes, had she been here in real life, I would have been in her face, but alas, this is a writing community I actually want to be a part of since it is for SPN fics, and I'm struggling to write a SPN fic.

My response was icy, but nothing too bitchy (for me at least.)

Response Response: If you had thought about it before jumping to conclusions, you would see a connection. Assuming that just because your story was mentioned in the past will automatically get it mentioned in the future is stupidly arrogant. They have rules that don't conform to the definition everyone else might have when it comes to ratings. If you miss rate it according to their rules, they will skip it. So, I'm afraid you need to rethink before you answer for someone else. No thanks.

I then promptly banned her from responding to me or my posts (I don't know if that only applies to my LJ, or to all posts/responses). Very mature thing to do, one last tongue stick out before walking away.

God, I hate it when I am this restrained. The kind of people on LJ, I swear!

Ran out of complete stories I can post to multi_fiction. I dragged it out as long as I could, but there is nothing left. I have stories in the works, but nothing complete. I would feel something about that, but there is too much shit going on else where in my life.

Because I am required by law to have a foul word in every post.

Obligatory Swear: Fuck you, stupid bitch!

That's two, but I am feeling generous today.

I am so friggen stressed at the moment. There is so much going on that I have to do, but I can't focus. I have to do it all by myself because no one will help me. I'm tired and I want to just relax, but I can't. Nothing I had plans for I can do. Between my brother coming home and my father's....FUCK IT!

I am just going to do what I can, what I want, and to hell with the rest. Fuck the dishes. Fuck Dinner. Fuck the living room. Fuck vaccuuming. Fuck the god damned birds. Fuck the cats. Fuck conserving energy. I'm tired of trying to do what is best for everyone. I am tired of being understanding.
( Cut for Ranting like a spoiled loone )

I don't know if it is the stress, all the exercise, or what, but I've been so damned tired and sore these past several days. My feet are killing me, and I haven't but walked a mile in total all day. It isn't normal for me to break down and cry while typing this.

I just wanted to go to the movies. I had the money, they told me they would pay, so I took us out for lunch. I had the money and I spent it. The one thing I wanted for myself in years and I can't do it. I can't even go to the friggen movies.

It sucked. Big freakin surprise. Thanks for proving yet again you can't be trusted to handle an epic plot, JJ.

I'm noticing a trend here. Shows I like promise big things, they say 'oh, we're great, stick around.' Then, you watch the end, and it's like they couldn't come up with anything, so they just threw together some old scraps from Falcon Crest and Arthur C. Clarke novels. The only thing that I've seen this year that hasn't disappointed me was Dollhouse. That completely rocked through and through, probably because I never got my hopes up with it.

Now, if you want to know how to end a friggen show that's been disappointing up to now, look at Terminator. Second season was mediocre, and then Boom! Season finale. Probably series finale. One hell of an ending.

House MD finale, are you fuckin kiddin me? That was the big reveal you've been building up to for two months? I expected that crap from Fringe, but you guys. Geeze, talk about a wet fart.

I have been posting It's Just A Sweet Fantasy to Multi_fiction for the past week. Thinking I had 2 more days of posting after tonight left, I posted part 6 tonight. I read the end of part 6 tonight and realized it was the next to last part. Then, I went back and found out why it was I was one short. I forgot to post part 1. So, I had to go back and add it to the prologue in the first post, thus shortening my posting by 1 day. I now have 1 post left on this story.

Shit.

I am sick, I feel like I am dying. It's too damn hot. I need cool air, but the flowing air makes me feel cold and it's hard to breathe. GAAAAHHHH!

I swear, I am just a fucking masochist. Every time, EVERY time I post there, something happens. I don't care the fandom, it never fails.

This time, my story was skipped over by the fandom newsletter. Why? Because I used Adult as the rating for a Gen (no pairing) fic. Apparently, according to their code, Adult is used only on fics with pairings to imply sexual content. WHAT? Since when? Un-freaking-believable.

Then, the lady told me "If you had put Gen in the header" she would have just given it an R rating and moved on. I guess "Pairing: N/A" doesn't count. Puh-lease!

Yes, seriously, this happened. I did not make it up.

This is just another example of why I should stop posting stories there. I mean, I don't get reviews but once in a while at WWOMB and Here, but at least I don't get hassled.

YOU BE THE JUDGE:

A character in the fic is eaten alive and the noises of her body being torn apart are told in the story. What rating do you give this?

I found two of my old Due South fics I had completely forgotten about. This is wonderful! They are both crack fic; as if there were any others left. Add to this the fic I finished yesterday, and I have expanded my posting by three more days. Hip, Hip, Ray/Ray!

I just reread my last enterprise fic last night and well, I understand why some people wouldn't want to leave feedback. It wasn't poorly written for the most part. There were one or two paragraphs that could have used a rewrite because of trite phrasing. It was the clipped way that it was written. There were things going on that should have been spaced out more. My problem: I was already ten thousand words in to it at that time and the deadline was fast approaching. So, yeah, I didn't think beyond what had been planned and bam, what I ended up with looked like a series of deleted scenes instead of a story. Yeah, it got that bad in some parts.

Nothing like reading the recently deceased to humble a bitch.

Still doesn't explain why only two reviews, one positive and one negative. There were shitty stories posted to that group many times who've been treated like royalty. I'll chalk it up to a case of assholevitis.

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Speaking of assholevitis, there are over 2500 hits on my last WAT/Mag 7 fic on ericclose.com. That's over 300 people, and only one review. 1. That's it. Thanks a lot, people! Way to get me to write more in those fandoms.

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Been sick these past several days. Spent most of my time watching television and pretending like I don't feel like I'm dying. Also, have been coming up with ideas for a new fic. I want to cross 'The Mist' with another fandom. I had been thinking Supernatural, but I don't really want to do another SPN fic just yet. Something came to me this morning as I was tossing and turning, Sliders. They slide in to a mall already abandoned just as the mist covers the building. Sorta like the original Dawn Of The Dead.

Also, to anger my bestest, best friendliest friend and co-mod, I've been coming up with plot ideas for that Heroes epic I abandoned back in February. See, I am bored, and I need something to occupy my time. Since that story heavily featured an alien invasion, I wanted to write it badly. Due to no one reviewing, saying they wanted to read it and poor reviews on my other Heroes fic, I abandoned it with prejudice. Now, my mind has filed an appeal to revisit the abandoned fic.

Dead Like Me Movie: I loved it. This had everything the series had, except Kiffany. I missed her, but this was perfect. It felt nice being back to watching this show again. Too bad they only made the one movie. "I'm so fucked."

Quarantined: Stupid movie with an even dumber premise. It was a mixture of Blair Witch, CloverField, Dawn Of The Dead, and Resident Evil. None of those movies seemed to rub off very well on this stinking turd.

Blindness: Who didn't see any of this coming? Julianne Moore, I expect better of you. Sandra Oh, isn't there a quirky Canadian Comedy waiting for your comedic talents? Possibly a sequel to Wilby Wonderful?

Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles: Holy Shit! You...did that. Really? Oh, Fox, if you cancel this show, I will fucking hunt you down and kill you!

Lakeview Terrace: Samuel L. Jackson did a bad, bad thing...by being in this movie. Man, this was shit. I thought you had some cred. Well guess what, bitch is cashed it in and I want my money back.

I apologize in advance to my DS friends. If you read this, I am most likely going to offend you. Know this is not about you, but that one individual person.

Dear Anonymous,

A request is at most a couple sentences. Two paragraphs of justification for your request is a lecture. Unless I asked you for one, keep it to yourself!

All DS fans: who by now is unaware of the two Ray thing so aptly dubbed Ray vs. Ray? I forgot once to specify which one. In 8 years, I forgot ONCE! Just one. And some bitter RayV queen decides that an anonymous response lecturing me on the evils of just leaving it Ray/Fraser is her Divine Rite. Bullshit, Lady!

You really want to know why I left it all this time as Ray/Fraser? I forgot to change it. At the time, the DS weekly editor pissed me off so badly with her comments about it that I got distracted. After that, I pretty much avoided the fandom for the next two months. And I have slept since then, so, forgive me oh mighty anonymous poster for forgetting that I, some lowly, insignificant peon, am supposed to be perfect and remember every fucking detail, every fucking post! It doesn't matter that I have written over 35 DS stories with the right header before hand, no. It only matters that 1 time I forgot to completely fill out the header, so someone, namely you, has to remind me of why things are the way they are! Thank you, oh magnificent 'A RayV Fan', as you prefer to be called, for deigning to take the time from your oh so important schedule to come down and lecture me on why some people will stop reading because they don't like the pairing and that it should be warned and that people really are annoyed by that fact and that I was not considerate enough to do it so FUCK YOU!

So To Anonymous: FYI, I am a RayV fan, I love him, I just happen to prefer RayK in slash pairings. So, why don't you take your little lecture, and play hide and go fuck yourself!


No Love,
The Wicked Bitch Of The South.

Mysticnights32: If you read this and are offended, I will make amends with a RayV/Fraser fic, but only if you read this and were offended. Those two conditions must be met, or no deal.

I haven't written anything in 9 days. I am feeling good, but I am wondering when the urge to write will hit. Over the past week, I've been hit with inspiration here and there for short scenes, but nothing big enough for a fic. Mostly, that's been for Dollhouse and Eureka. Oh, and Alien Nation. I really want to write an Alien Nation fic, but I have no plot and I only want to write slash for that show.

Yes, yes, I know, vapid much? Still, I am feeling my roots here and I was a total egghead for that show. Yes, I can talk like one of those blondes from like the eighties, so. I have a Kelly Bundy icon for a reason, duh!

Anywho, been going through my old cast offs, fics I started but never finished. The only one that I really want to write is that Heroes one. I quit that damned fandom for a reason. No one was responding to the stories I was proud of, and they were telling me the story I wrote purely for the friggen pairing was OOC. No duh! I was out of my mind when I wrote it, driven by the need to have a story with that damned pairing! GAAAHHHHHH! I hate that feeling, I hate writing under that mindset, it never turns out well. It's shallow and narcissistic. Those two things are never good enough to write a story. That's how you get PWP, I DO NOT LIKE PWP!

I'm just a rambling fool today. Good thing I don't post every day. Am I in the mood to write something yet? No? Why not? Because I am feeling lazy. Well, self, guess what, feedback doesn't come to those who just sit around talking themselves like a GOD DAMNED CRAZY PERSON!

Hello? Echo, echo, echo? Is it still an echo if you can't hear it? I bet she can kick your ass either way, though. *Hee* Little Dollhouse humor.

Bored yet? Steam of conscious got you down? Give me a challenge and I'll shut up. What is included in a challenge: Fandom, possible pairings (no het), genre, warnings (no smut), and what possible plot you would like to see.

In the words of the 'Violent Femmes' ONLY WAY YOU'RE GONNA SHUT ME UP, ONLY WAY YOU'RE GONNA SHUT ME UP! Ha! Guess what movie that is from and you can have the fic of your choice in the fandom of your choice with the pairing of your choice, given if it is on DVD through netflix or available online with Hulu.com

I am now taking suggestions for fandoms I should write in. I am bored and uninspired, so I want to know what you think I should write in.

Fandoms I am done with and will not consider:

Torchwood/Doctor Who
StarGate Sg-1/Atlantis
Buffy/Angel
Heroes
Roswell
Enterprise
House M.D.
BattleStar Galactica 2003